When I was real little my dad asked me what I was going to do when I got older. I told him Id get by on my good looks to which he responded, That's how you get aids. Later on he asked again and I told him I was going to be a comedian and he just laughed. One day while he was castrating pigs with a razor blade he asked me once more. I just looked over at my dog eating the freshly excised balls and told him I didnt want to be a farmer.